Spicy soy sauce

Ever since Lucas became a friend, I've been very interested in this great German man, and he's got a very good character. Lucas said most of all thank you, and whenever he gets new knowledge of China from me, it's the natural courtesy of the Germans. Lucas is very punctual and the agreement must begin on time, whenever he sleeps yesterday, and the next morning must be at 7 a.m. without delay. Lucas would send his utensils into the kitchen every time he finished his meal, and while it was clear that he did not have to do so, he insisted. I've never seen Lucas get angry or red-faced because of anything, always smiling and polite on his line. As a result of the long period of confusion between teaching and me, the Chinese language in Lucas became more pure, and I was finally able to get rid of the painful days of the Chinese-German chorus. I only have a few simple German additions to abandoning more than a decade of Chinese-style English, and earlier exchanges with Lucas are very funny, and we're always face-to-face, and then we're shrugging and laughing. One day, Lucas started to ask me hard, "Blue, I wonder why you made so much food and never made Beijing duck." "Nothing strange, because I don't like roasted duck." Lucas' astonishing chin is falling, "Why?" In fact, I understand Lucas's problem. He's got more than half of his Chinese in books, and almost every Chinese textbook for foreigners is old, and every book like this, Beijing ducks are inevitable. So, in this naive, ingrained spirit of desire for China, Beijing duck is a sacred Chinese food noun... Looking at his exciting eyes, I implicitly think it's a cruel thing to do, and it could break his beautiful glass heart. Forget it. Beijing duck is Beijing duck. "Oh, dear Lucas, I made a mistake. I don't like roasted duck, but roasted duck is a very strict traditional process, and I haven't learned." Lucas was relieved: “I said, so amazing food, the Chinese can't dislike it.” "Lukas, what do you think about the European debt crisis?" Lucas shrugged his shoulders and said with humor, "Well, I'm in China now!" ...Lukas treasures food, and every time I feel like I don't have to wash his utensils, it's as if it didn't work. At one point I thought my food was too good. On weekends, the sun was great, and Lucas and I went to the market to buy fresh food and get ready to enjoy this quiet time. Because of the good mood, the table was very rich, and I made spicy sauerkraut, east slope meat, pan full of fish and garlic, and it's all good. Lucas wrinkled his eyebrow, didn't say anything. It's so satisfying to eat and drink a sea. With beer and lots of food filled, I feel like my stomach is going to explode. It's almost all over, and there's only a few soybeans left on the plate, because I don't like beans, and Lucas' chopsticks don't work in the same way. Put down the chopsticks, and I'm going to pack the table, and I'm going to make two cups of silver needles, and I'm going to introduce to Lucas the phrase "Men, above all." It's the way I invented food learning. And just as I picked up a plate to pour out the rest of the beans, Lucas grabbed my hand, "Blue, wait, not finished." "Dear Lucas, don't make it hard for me. I know I'm good at cooking, but you don't have to torture yourself to make me happy. The beans are cheap." “Dear Blue, the waste of food is shameful, and it is God's gift. We should be grateful for the food we have today, because there are so many people in the world who cannot eat. I can't understand how Chinese people always like to order table full food at dinner, but they can't eat it at all. Every time the food left on S's table may be enough for a week for the hungry children in Africa, the poor ones may not lose their happy childhood if they are sent to Africa. This is a crime!" Looking at the red-eyed Lucas, remembering that he had the waiter pack the leftovers on the S table when he first met, I admit, I was shocked. I was still mocking the greedy Germans at the time, and I couldn't keep up with my heavenly atmosphere. It is shamefully wasted in the eyes of Lucas that the pieces that we have left behind, the “excellentness” that we see as displaying the style of our great power, the “honorful hospitality” that the self-righteous would prefer not to let our guests suffer. As a people of the Tian Dynasty who have been vilified by foreigners in half-Chinese, yes, I feel self-defeating. The luxury and enthusiasm that we take for granted are so pale and ignorant. Put the plate down and I pick up the chopstick: "Lucas, I'm wrong. Thank you for the important lesson. We'll eat together, and we'll never waste that word on our table. Thank you, my friend。